Castiel was, at first, uninterested in whoever was stumbling his way into the bar from the door behind him. He just stared into his glass for a little while longer, looking not unlike someone who was somberly pondering the very meaning of life. The angel sighed then, letting his head tip back a moment as he tried not to think about how clearly trapped he was.
It wasn't on purpose when Cas caught sight of the man out of the corners of his eyes, but the immediate turning of his head towards him was completely voluntary.
He knew that face, and he hadn't expected to ever see it again.
Castiel couldn't see his true face or sense anything even remotely supernatural with his powers removed, but he most certainly didn't need them to be able to recognize that face on his own. A flurry of questions ran through his head all at once -- was this just a vessel, was it really his big brother, but most importantly wasn't Gabriel dead? Gabriel was definitely dead, Castiel was sure of it. So... how? Despite his whirling mind, none of his questions manifested into words.
He had no idea how he was supposed to feel right now. But he knew he had to do something. So after quickly downing the rest of his whiskey, Cas slowly slid off the stool and stood facing the man with watchful eyes and a stiff demeanor (not that Gabriel could even tell in his present condition that Cas was failing to pick up on). And in a fantastic display of his total disregard for the fact that he really should be at least pretending that he no longer believed himself to be an Angel of the Lord, he asked a very direct, simple question in a voice of genuine surprise.
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It wasn't on purpose when Cas caught sight of the man out of the corners of his eyes, but the immediate turning of his head towards him was completely voluntary.
He knew that face, and he hadn't expected to ever see it again.
Castiel couldn't see his true face or sense anything even remotely supernatural with his powers removed, but he most certainly didn't need them to be able to recognize that face on his own. A flurry of questions ran through his head all at once -- was this just a vessel, was it really his big brother, but most importantly wasn't Gabriel dead? Gabriel was definitely dead, Castiel was sure of it. So... how? Despite his whirling mind, none of his questions manifested into words.
He had no idea how he was supposed to feel right now. But he knew he had to do something. So after quickly downing the rest of his whiskey, Cas slowly slid off the stool and stood facing the man with watchful eyes and a stiff demeanor (not that Gabriel could even tell in his present condition that Cas was failing to pick up on). And in a fantastic display of his total disregard for the fact that he really should be at least pretending that he no longer believed himself to be an Angel of the Lord, he asked a very direct, simple question in a voice of genuine surprise.
"...Gabriel?"